Today is the anniversary of the loss of a dearest friend, one of my best friends in the world. We considered eachother twins from another mother. Her sister is almost 23, and I am also the age she is supposed to be. Today I didn't know who I might talk with about her, but I knew I had to. I also d ok not usually like anniversary posts, but after hearing this song it does feel right today. If you don't mind, I would like to talk about her here for anyone who would like to know about her.
She had a love of learning languages, and wanted to someday live in Mongolia or New Zealand. Water always held a special place in her heart; it suited her so well, flowing and dynamic. She was introverted and observant, and very, very graceful and organic and otherworldly all at the same time. Her name means eternal. She prayed every day, and she was drawn to teal and deep blue and night skies. She was filled with all the compassion and empathy in the world. She cheered on her loved ones til her last breath, and was always right about everyone except herself because she was too hard on herself. She loved llamas and worried too much, and had endless curiosity to understand everything and everyone. She was fascinated by cacti, embraced the pink of spring and the white of winter, and appreciated the little things. Mongolia is sometimes known as the land of blue skies; we were supposed to go there together someday, but I like to think a part of her got to see it in her mind's eye on every day without clouds. She was discreet and appreciated rosegold colours, and I still see her in every sunset of blue and rose.
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